But soon after the school clock had tolled eight, and when the clear spring sun rising above the chapel tower sent its rays cheerily into the sick-chamber, the breathing became smoother and more regular, and the hand on which that of Railsford rested grew moist.
The doctor arrived an hour later, and smiled approvingly as he glanced at the patient.
"He's going to behave himself after all," said he.

"You'll find he will wake up in an hour or two with an appetite.

Give him an egg beaten up in milk, with a spoonful of brandy." "What about his parents ?" asked Railsford.
"They will be here by the four-o'clock train.

What about your breakfast?
you've had nothing since midday yesterday; and if you're going to have your turn at that sort of thing," added he, pointing to the bed, "you'd better get yourself into good trim first.

Get Mrs Phillips to cook you a steak, and put yourself outside it.